Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.